Chapter 36: The incense watchers say that this person is cunning and fickle, and never speaks the truth.
"who?"
The talisman penetrated his body, and Meng Caiyun was confused and confused. His arms and throat felt like they were burned by fire, but after a moment of burning, there was no further pain.
She raised her hands and saw that both arms were still there, and she didn't notice anything unusual.
Black God of Wealth tilted his head: "Keep it a secret."
The tip of the thrown knife brushed past the hem of Meng Caiyun's clothes and accurately pierced the man's palm, pinning him to the spot.
The fourth brother, who had just been knocked unconscious by Feng Jia, woke up. He was trying to sneak out, but was hit for no reason and screamed heart-wrenchingly.
The fourth brother turned to Meng Caiyun in fear and asked for help: "Help! Help! Please save me!"
The Black God of Wealth walked over step by step, bent down, pried open the man's fingers, and picked out a Laojun tablet from them.
"I'm here to collect a debt."
The girl easily tore the tablet apart and held it in her palm. "Laojun has blessed you and saved you from so many calamities. Now it's time to repay your debt."
The fourth brother was shocked to find that he had not been able to avoid the traps time and time again by relying on good luck. Behind the luck, there was already an even more extreme price tag!
If...if it happened again, he would rather be punished by law!
"What will happen to me?" He trembled.
The Black God of Wealth did not answer him, but suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the other's throat, took the opportunity to pull out the scarlet tongue, and cut it off with a knife!
Blood was gushing out, the man was covering his throat and sobbing, his eyes bloodshot.
Meng Caiyun also grimaced as he watched.
It's so bloody!
Just as the Black God of Wealth was about to leave dragging the fourth brother's body, the aura of the statue in the hall suddenly changed. The terrifying resentful power condensed into a black cloud, covering the statue and gradually making it reveal another form.
——A woman in colorful clothes holding a swaddling baby.
The Black God of Wealth turned around vigilantly and cleanly cut off a black tentacle formed by resentment.
The statue was still smiling, but suddenly several tears rolled down its cheeks.
Meng Caiyun hid under the altar and suddenly felt that the statue looked very familiar... That's right! It was the pregnant woman in the illusion that Grandma had shown him!
Isn’t that the biological mother of Black Wealth God?
Before the woman died, she left two bodies behind and had a strong grudge against her husband, which made him suppress her husband and force him to wear the skin of a temple priest and look for sacrifices for himself.
The current residents of Yuwei Village are completely kept in the dark. The so-called "no entry into the temple at night" means that the woman in colorful clothes will wake up at night to eat, and her favorite ingredient is fish, which she always had for three meals a day.
Outside, the Black God of Wealth gained the upper hand and just happened to cut off the head of the statue.
The tentacles transformed from resentment withered one after another, no longer able to obstruct.
The broken statue collapsed in front of the headless corpse, and the two seemed to have a common suffering.
Hearing the sound, Meng Caiyun lifted the tablecloth and came out. Amid the mess of clay fragments on the ground, he spotted a pitch-black wooden box with his sharp eyes.
She went forward and picked it up. The surface of the thing was already rotten.
"etc!"
The Black God of Wealth turned around with a puzzled look in his eyes.
Meng Caiyun called her over and handed her the broken wooden box: "This seems to be something the statue has been keeping."
The Black God of Wealth took the box in a daze, opened it and saw a straw bracelet lying quietly inside.
The tender green color has turned black and withered, leaving no trace of its former self.
"Do you still remember this thing?" Meng Caiyun observed her expression.
Black God of Wealth took out the bracelet and said, "Remember."
She rubbed her fingers gently, and the dead leaves made a crisp sound before completely turning into powder and dispersing.
"But it doesn't matter anymore."
On the ground, the head of the statue was still shedding tears.
I don’t know whether it is expectation or regret.
But like the girl said, the past is gone and it doesn’t matter anymore.
The tears finally dried up, and the head of the clay statue shattered and turned back into a pile of yellow mud.
The Black God of Wealth looked at Meng Caiyun and said, "The one who asked me to give you this 'gift' is Song Yuqu."
Meng Caiyun calmed down and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to tell me?"
The Black God of Wealth carried the fourth brother's body away and said, "I'm in a good mood..."
Meng Caiyun looked at the other person's back and breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that the Black God of Wealth is just out on business and has no intention of causing trouble.
However, Song Yuqu - Meng Caiyun had heard of this woman.
The Song family was once a powerful family of alchemists, but for some reasons a few decades ago, the branches of the family scattered. Some of them were still protected by the Zhu Meng, while others sought other ways out and joined the Three Death Sect.
Rumor has it that Song Yuqu turned her first love into a ghost and imprisoned him by her side, and that she was a cruel and ruthless scumbag.
Meng Caiyun thought further.
When a person's personal morality is attacked, a big reason is that this person's ability is impeccable.
I don’t know why they are targeting me. Could it be because the recent investigation into the three death gates was discovered?
…
Feng Jia and Chu Ying hurried down the mountain.
The incense reader is most proficient in the method of incense hexagrams.
After the illusion, the hexagram left by the incense tower on the ground made Feng Jia's eyes twitch and he felt uneasy.
"Aunt, shouldn't we wait for Taoist Meng?" Chu Ying was being dragged on the road by Feng Jia, feeling uneasy.
Feng Jia shook his head: "Xiao Meng is a cultivator, she has a way. But it's too dangerous for you to stay here."
Chu Ying's heart was pounding, and scenes from his childhood came to his mind.
My aunt once suggested that she be the incense medium, adapt to the situation for a few years, and then naturally take over the other person's position.
The reason is that Chu Ying has good physique and is a good candidate for cultivation.
But Chu Ying was in adolescence at the time, and was already sensitive and inferior because of his family background. It would be strange if he was not laughed at by his classmates if he returned to his hometown to "perform shamanism".
Thinking of this, she looked ashamed: "I'm sorry, aunt, I..."
Feng Jia understood and just smiled: "Yingzi, I don't blame you."
She protected herself with her spiritual power and walked briskly with her niece, walking on the crooked and winding mountain path as if it were flat ground.
The mountain and forest scenery in front of me gradually receded, and suddenly, a slender figure appeared in front.
He comes with ill intentions.
Feng Jia's heart skipped a beat, and he slowed down his pace, taking advantage of the situation to stand in front of Chu Ying.
The man was sitting casually on the tree branch, as if he had been waiting for a long time. Seeing this, he leisurely shook his feet and jumped down from it.
The black-haired young man was holding a broken sanxian, his eyes narrowed in a smile, and a black crescent moon appeared on his cold white face.
Chu Ying was stunned, and suddenly realized that this person was the strange young man who showed him the way when he was escaping at night!
But for some reason, her fear of this man was a hundred or a thousand times greater than that of the fish-headed man.
Chu Ying grabbed his aunt's fingers tremblingly, but found that her hands were just as cold.
The next second, Feng Jia was horrified and shouted, "Yingzi, cover your ears!"
Almost at the same time, the young man plucked the remaining two strings. The music was like beads rolling on a jade plate. Although the tune was cheerful, it made Feng Jia's face turn pale. He summoned Hu Er Tai Nai's body without hesitation.
The woman in the coarse linen shirt took a deep breath, and a startlingly loud voice burst out from her chest: "That knock on the door at midnight isn't a guest! It's the ghost under the eaves that's asking for your life! ... Mrs. Hu Er, show your might and sweep away the dust on the beams with her tail!"
The tune of the incense burner to summon the gods collided with the sound of the sanxian, shaking the tree trunks and making the dead leaves fly.
Chu Ying stayed in the barrier circle formed by several incense towers, but the music still made his throat taste sweet and bloody, and his mouth was filled with blood.
This voice seemed to be able to drive people crazy, and in a trance she returned to the Hulu Village of her childhood.
The children in the village gathered in a circle, each with a look of gloating on their faces. They clapped their hands and circled around her happily, mocking her for being an unwanted child.
Chu Ying kept telling himself: It's fake, it's all fake.
The scene then shifted to the town's junior high school. The girls of her age looked at her with sneers and pulled a few sanitary napkins from her schoolbag: "So you use sanitary napkins too? I thought fortune-tellers' children would use incense ash pads, hahahaha..."
Chu Ying shouted in a trembling voice: "Fake! All fake!"
The scene changed again, this was when she was a university student in Fengcheng. There was a fifty-yuan registration fee for participating in a campus singing competition. She was a little hesitant, but the senior student she had a crush on noticed and paid the fee for her.
On the night she received her part-time salary, she couldn't wait to pay it back, but she ran into senior students chatting and laughing with others in the teaching building. Their voices were like knives: "I'm just trying to help out. I want to find a girlfriend who's of equal social status. And I heard her family is a charlatan. Tsk..."
The sound of shattered self-esteem hit Chu Ying.
She covered her ears and squatted down, trying to dispel the increasingly turbulent images in her head.
Feng Jia coughed up a mouthful of blood: "Yingzi! Go first!"
Sanxianlang was at ease: "Oh, I just want to patch up an old string."
He smiled and said, "You're good, but your niece is not up to the mark yet."
Feng Jiaxu narrowed his eyes, bared his teeth and panted, "Ren Qi, I didn't expect that I would be facing you today."
"Mrs. Hu Er, long time no see," Ren Qi continued plucking the strings. "It's really not worth it for you to make such a fuss just for a few incense sticks."
Feng Jia cursed, "How dare you! Even Laojun couldn't do anything to me, so who do you think you are?"
Ren Qi laughed cheerfully, "That was a long time ago. Besides, you're only distracted now. Your true form must have been hidden long ago, right?"
Among the monsters and ghosts in the world, those who have reached the pinnacle of cultivation are respectfully called "immortals".
In the early years, the immortals were still keen on calling the wind and rain and disrupting the current situation. Now, perhaps they have grown tired of it, and have hidden themselves away, each finding a cave that suits their taste to practice.
Feng Jia sneered: "Even if it's distracting, it's enough to beat a dog!"
She hooked her palm into a claw and attacked the opponent, but missed. Looking back, she saw Ren Qi appeared behind Chu Ying and reached his hand into the incense tower barrier.
Feng Jia was startled. Before she could utter "Stop", the young man appeared in front of her like a ghost, and his weird smiling face was very close to her.
"I said, I just want an old string."
One of the four judges of Sanximen, number seven.
It is rumored that this person is cunning and fickle, never speaks the truth, and even deceives his own people.
But he has a unique skill that he stole from somewhere called "Divine Listening", which can use music as a weapon to kill. The more secrets a person has in his heart, the more he will be affected, and he may even lose his life.
Feng Jia's nails grew rapidly, and she moved nimbly through the mountains and forests. The sonic blades whistled, leaving long knife marks on the tree trunks around her. She raised her hand to chop the opponent's forehead, but Ren Qi grasped the three-stringed instrument and turned it, using the drumhead to block it, then moved sideways to avoid it. The speed at which her nails plucked the strings increased, and Feng Jia was so frightened that her soul almost left her body.
The two were like phantoms, fighting back and forth, the battle line stretched out, and they were evenly matched, making it difficult to tell who was winning.
Ren Qi sighed slightly, and his eyes, which were always squinting, finally opened slightly, and his black crescent moon grinned even more fiercely. He raised his hand and spun his fingers around, as if pearls and jade were falling on a plate. Feng Jia roared angrily, flew forward angrily, and cut the opponent's only two remaining strings with one claw.
But the next second, her wrist was grabbed by someone.
Feng Jia regained her composure from her frenzy, and her heart sank. Oh no! She'd fallen for a trick!
A shrill fox cry pierced the sky.
Ren Qi was beside her ear, his voice gentle: "Grandma, it's time to take a rest."
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